“Jack, Jack, Jack,” Caine said, sounding like a disappointed
teacher. “Bad things happen sometimes, Jack, you have to accept that.”
“Not Brianna,” Jack said.
Jack saw color rising in Caine’s face, a warning sign. But he knew Caine needed him. Caine wouldn’t kill him, he was sure of that, no matter how mad he got. Drake might let his rage take over, but Caine wouldn’t.
“You think she’d defend you?” Caine asked. “She’ll come zooming in here, maybe carrying a gun, shoot anyone she sees, Jack. Now, get back to work and let me take care of making the big decisions.”
Jack turned back to the keyboard. He started to rest his hands on the keys. But he couldn’t do it. He froze there with his fingertips half an inch above the keys.
Not Brianna. Not her. Not like that.
“I could talk to her,” Jack said. “I could maybe get her to come over to your side.”
“Let me just deal with this,” Drake pleaded. “I guarantee you, he’ll get back to work.”
“That’s right, Drake,” Diana said. “Torture him into it. You’ll never know if he gets pissed off enough to maybe flood this room with radiation. Until your hair starts falling out.”
That had not occurred to Jack. But it did now. Diana was right, they wouldn’t really know what he was doing.
Caine was biting his thumb again, his habit when frustrated.
“Drake, cut the wires. Jack, figure out how to turn the lights off in Perdido Beach or I’ll tell Drake to not only put the wires back up, but whip you till he gets too tired to lift his arm.”
Jack carefully concealed his feeling of triumph.
Drake started to object, but Caine snapped, “Just do it, Drake. Just do it.”
Jack felt a wave of some warm feeling flow through him. Something unlike anything he’d ever felt before. There was still the searing pain on his neck and back, and the all-but-forgotten pain on his leg. But the pain was secondary to this feeling of . . . something. He didn’t know quite what to call it.
He had stepped up to protect someone else. Brianna might never know it, but he had just taken a big risk for her. In fact, he had risked his life for her.
Diana drawled, “Our little geek is growing up.”
Jack began tapping away at the keyboard.
“But still so naïve,” Diana added.
The word bothered Jack, vaguely. He kind of knew what it meant, the word “naïve.” But now he was into the directory he needed, and there were commands to be learned, sequences to be deciphered.
TWENTY-THREE
18 HOURS, 7 MINUTES
“THEY’LL HAVE SOMEONE on the gate,” Sam said. “It’s just around this bend. Stop here.”
Edilio braked, and the other two vehicles came to a stop behind them. Dekka driving Orc and Howard in a hefty SUV. A handful of Edilio’s soldiers in the third car. All the people Sam could round up. He’d tried others, but these were the ones who came when they learned they were to do battle with Caine and Drake.
Fear of Caine, and especially Drake, ran deep in Perdido Beach.
Sam turned in his seat so he could see Brianna and Taylor in the back. “Okay, girls, here’s our problem: I need to know where Caine’s goons are. I have to figure he left at least a couple of guys on the front gate. Armed, of course. They’ll have instructions to shoot anyone who comes down this road.”
“I can pop in and out before they can shoot me,” Taylor said. She wasn’t quite eager.
“Sam, I can plow past that gate and take a little tour inside the facility and be back in thirty seconds,” Brianna argued. “They most likely won’t even see me.”
“If you’re going so fast, they don’t see you, how you going to see them?” Edilio asked.
She pointed at her face. “Fast eyes, Dillio, very fast eyes.”
Sam and Edilio both grinned. But it didn’t last long.
“Okay, listen to me, Breeze,” Sam said. “Do not go anywhere but to the gate. That’s not a suggestion, that’s me telling you.”
“I can do it all in no time,” Brianna argued.
“Breeze, I need you to hear me on this: do not go into that plant.”
Brianna pouted. “You’re the boss, boss.”
“Okay,” Sam said. “Take off—” He stopped, realizing he was talking to air.
“Long gone,” Edilio commented. “Girl doesn’t hang around.”
“I can help, too,” Taylor said, a little resentful.
“You’ll get your chance,” Sam said.
Dekka was climbing out of the SUV. “Did you send Breeze?”
“Yeah. She should be back any second now,” Edilio said.
“I’m ready to do this,” Dekka said. “Driving with Orc in the back? Boy is farting something terrible.”
“Cabbage,” Taylor said.
“Any second now. You know Brianna,” Edilio said.
The four of them waited. Sam kept his eyes on the road. Not that he would see her when she got back.
“Taking a while,” Taylor said. “I mean, for her.”
No one spoke after that. Not as two minutes passed. Then three minutes. Five interminable minutes.
“Oh, my God,” Dekka whispered. “Brianna.” She closed her eyes and seemed to be praying.
“She’d be back by now,” Sam said heavily. “If she was coming.”